Glass half full, means more room for vodka!

Glass half full, means more room for vodka! Ironic, coming from a teetotaller. But how did I get here?

One wrong boy, one too many sob fests, a dating app, some upsetting health diagnosis and an internship later, here I am.

I wouldn't say I'm a complete misbeliever in optimism but when life starts to feel like a BMTC bus, all you wish is to get off at your stop in one piece.

For the sake of the metaphor, let's call all my failed relationships, aunties that elbow and stomp you. Their deceiving smiles, what feels like a breath of fresh air is just a mirage to occupy your seat. But once they get off, you've got yourself all the extra space. As the cool breeze hits your face, you look forward to the comfortable journey ahead of you on your warm, window seat.

And dating apps, the BMTC way, are stolen glances from a cute boy in the men's section. The butterflies in your stomach coupled with a wandering thought of him being a creep, keeps you distracted and hopeful. A swipe right or in this case a wink and a smile later, you are assured that finding love isn't a lost cause.

While you bask in the glow of puppy love, ill-health disguised as Bengaluru potholes, shake you to your foundations. Treading lightly, you navigate through the sweaty crowd to reach the door.

You would think, here's where the misery ends, the last stop but one more bus change awaits, luckily, relatively empty, a vacancy to intern waiting to be filled perhaps.

However painstakingly slow and for the sake of a silver lining, let me tell you, my public transport journey does end with nariyal paani, closest a teetotaller can get to vodka.

Neither an optimist nor a pessimist, only a realist can see scope for more, more room for vodka, in a half full glass.